84 ~ Gratitude

Cardinals are aptly named, not only for the brilliant red of the males, but because they are usually the first birds at the feeder at first touch of dawn, for matins, and the last ones at dusk, for vespers. Their beauty (including the orange-infused females) brightens a winter day, and they push at the edges of long winter nights. I have a lot of gratitude for cardinals.

I also have gratitude for you, dear readers. Next Tuesday, February 28, will mark three years since the start of “A Bird in the Bush”. Since that first post, we entered, endured, and emerged from an unprecedented global pandemic. Yet three years and 84 posts later, here we are still.  Faithful like cardinals.

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Thank you!

Bill (“Bird”)